♝ - The mention of open or perhaps poly relationships had been slipped off the tongue at one time - and even then it was not narrowed down on - nor made clear. Now, generally when a poly relationship is formed, it is under the consent of both partners, rather than one. Then it might be considered cheating.
Upon getting the evening newspaper via YogLabs compliments, accompanied by a neatly packaged letter clearly from the Labs, it rose some form of suspicion onto the psychopath. At first, everything was perfectly normal - players attending to their own normal business - occasionally popping up with stories of bite or bruise marks alike via threats from whatever form of danger was lurking - it began to bore him into his last cup of coffee for the night.
Alas, one headline in particular caught his attention - warning him to read the letter attached beforehand. But c’mon. Fuck the letter.
Deep breaths were not enough to calm twitches of the eyebrow and now shaking hands, for the psychopath knew far too well by now something had been going wrong via certain behaviors of those around him - for example - Parvis showing William his home. Of course, it could have meant nothing more than something that would be lead up to.
But this was jealousy. And jealousy was not something to be kept under that mask for any period of long lasting time. All he could do was continue those deep breaths when beginning in the direction of his lovers’ home, not once stopping nor straying from his path. Yes, one could clearly see his florescent hues, hands littered with marks labeled from burns to bruises, and his stature..
His stature was threatening to say the least. That light William held in his eyes seemed to be more of a flame than anything else, and his rather loose attire did not help in making him seem less dangerous. He was not in his right mind, and would not be for a damned long time.
Sjin had one job. One job - do not betray whom you love.
The doors were flung open quickly, regardless of being locked or not, for he found his lover and was tempted to use that oh so smooth tone of his to create some form of payback - but built rage called for otherwise.
He took hold of his lover ruthlessly - turning him to face William, knock him off his feet via the shined black heels of the blond’s shoes - holding them hostage to the side whilst a harsh arm was around Sjin’s arms and waist. Now that the brunette’s arms were rendered utterly useless, and he was off his feet, William placed one hand in the farmer’s hair and tugged a little too harshly - forcing emerald hues to form eye contact with the sapphires below him.
01. a bruise
02. a few scrapes
03. a paper cut
04. a stubbed toe
05. a twisted ankle
06. bloody knuckles
07. a bloody nose
08. a broken nose
09. a broken finger
10. broken fingers
11. a broken wrist
12. a broken arm
13. a broken leg
14. a broken neck
15. a first degree burn
16. a second degree burn
17. a third degree burn
18. a broken rib cage
19. bleeding ears
20. a bullet to the shoulder
21. a bullet to the leg
22. a bullet to the hip
23. a bullet to the stomach
24. a bullet to the chest/heart
25. an odd suntan
26. frostbitten hands
27. frostbitten lips
28. a dangerous chemical to the hands
29. a dangerous chemical to the face
30. food poisoning
31. a bite on mun’s desired place
32. a bite to the neck
33. a bite to the earlobe
34. coughing up tissue
35. coughing up blood
36. vomiting after not eating
37. vomiting blood
38. inhaling a bad chemical, making them dizzy
39. inhaling a bad chemical, making them pass out
40. inhaling a bad chemical, making them have illusions
41. a bee sting
42. a spider bite
43. hitting a forehead pimple on something
44. recently broken (now healing) tissue being touched/poked/kissed/etc
45. internal bleeding
46. a shaving accident
47. robe burns
48. rug burns
49. a hickey/hickeys
50. nail marks
51. a removed nail
52. a removed finger
53. inability to breath
54. red marks on the wrists
55. red marks on the neck
56. a little bit of hair falling out
57. blisters
58. back pain
59. chest pain
60. a strike to the face
♝ - “As you command~” William hummed softly, taking to attention the blush upon his partner, yet he did not expect exchanged flattery right then and there. Yet as the intelligent man he had formed himself to be, he always held a comeback.
“Perhaps it is best we keep the cloths clean, hm? Unless you’re willing to lick what needs cleaning up.” He had taken the chance to mumble to his partner, encase any members of the town around them could decode what exactly they were saying - by simply reading their lips.
The mention of kids, though, was something he keenly avoided and considered to be a sensitive topic - being he was never sure why his love was so interested. He knew they would loose their enthusiastic spirits, romance would drop to the ground, and they would be left to look after small creatures who barely understand anything -
what was so cute about that? Psh - he was plenty cute to be enough, right?
He sighed the thought off and offered the kiss back, prepared to apologize for not having his attention fully on Sjin - yet the brunette had already began their chatter up again.
“Is my coat not warm enough, love? Perhaps I should come over there and cuddle you~” At the wondrous feeling of his own chin being stroked, he purred a bit but blushed and averted his eyes - always finding shame in expressing his affections in public, when no through words.
♝ - Obsessive was a word that was far too weak when it came to matters of William’s type of love.
Oh no, not at all.
Will was a yandere for the person whom he was currently dating, a wonderful man by the name of Sjin. See, they had only been dating for a few months, but many things had been tried.
Sjin was perfectly aware he was dating a masochistic yandere, whom was head over heels in love with him. Actually, he tended to be a bit more like a butler at times, for he was easily the sub in any situation, unless asked otherwise. He would constantly check in with Sjin at random times to make sure everything was alright, no matter the situation.
When the both of them spoke, he used a rather deep and sexy voice reserved for his love, but when he spoke to any others - he was monotone and potentially emotionless. Except when they threatened his relationship.
When such a thing happened, that yandere mode was activated, and he would take whomever into a dark room, and either tell them what they did wrong, or straight up kill them. It would be only until the second warning would he be willing to depart from his love and chance the idiot across the server, and occasionally onto other ones.
Yet they were admired and feared by many, often able to give the crowd a laugh. A common public punishment for the masochist was stabbing his hand through with a fork, and ordered to stay there until Sjin said otherwise. To which he would obey, but he would have to cross his legs to hide the signs of his enjoyment of this pain. He would have to apologize to whomever cleaned about the table, for his own blood (if not cleaned by Sjin’s mouth/tongue) would stain any sort of white table cloths - this is why companies began switching to darker shades.
Luckily, this was not one of those times, but simply the two chatting at a coffee shop. They enjoyed this sort of thing, a blissful moment where they had that glorious occasional time when someone would begin to flirt with them, or vice versa - no matter, someone ended up with a massive blush and possible nose bleed.
This chatting of theirs was done in an old, foreign language only known by those few who bothered to study and learn it. In their small town, there was likely a group of three(3) or four(4) people who could decipher their words, but generally it was spoken too quickly to understand.
“What are you having? I’ll pay, no worries.”
Will was about to leave their table (one with two chairs across from each other, next to the coffee shop window), but did not dare move until he got a response. Also, due to it being winter, he had no problem dressing in Victorian style clothing, yet he had left his jacket around his cold blooded lovers’ shoulders.
